Liu Bai Bai Juyi
The lake and the moon blend together, the birds fly high, the south of the Yangtze River is good, and the scenery looks familiar.
There is no wind on the surface of the pool and the mirror is not polished. Lonely clouds go to leisure alone. At sunrise, river flowers are better than fire.
Looking at Dongting from a distance, I can never get tired of seeing it, and the riverside is green.
There is a green snail in the silver plate. Only Jingting Mountain. You can forget Jiangnan.
Luchaiwang Lushan Waterfall Wangtianmenshan Wuyi Lane
Wangyuxi
In there seems to be no one on the empty mountain, the incense burner in Rizhao gave birth to purple smoke, and the Chuhe River opened its doors and doors, and weeds bloomed beside the Suzaku Bridge.
However, people's voices are still heard. Looking at the waterfall hanging in front of the river, the clear water flows eastward to the back. The setting sun sets at the entrance of Wuyi Lane.
Back into the deep forest, flying straight down to thousands of feet, with green hills on both sides facing each other, Lao Wang Xie Tangyan.
Shine on the moss again. It's been nine days since I suspected that the Milky Way had set. Lonely sails are coming and flying into the homes of ordinary people.